n0t a waste 0f space.

if i cared

i might write poetry...if i cared.

I could try to paint my thoughts of emotional nothing

or sing about something, probably about life

because that's pretty much what everything connects back to, isn't it?

doesn't everyone produce offerings for life,

don't we all work like slaves on borrowed breath?

aren't we all neurotic competitors, begging,

screaming to be noticed by the cosmos,

shouting to stars that never reply

and shaping an earth that just swallows us whole.

we're just getting our hearts broken by moons

and then we sew them up with our art before originality becomes commonplace

and purpose loses its purpose

and our offerings become old.

and our art becomes sold and photocopied

and printed on tshirts and signs

to be commercialized and trampled on

we don't relate to art, we relate to hashtags

and don't feel anything except emojis

that we send like codes because we can't speak our mind.

unless it's politics then no one shuts up

and it's more important that we are right than we are kind.

and if I cared I'd create something but it never comes out right

no one ever relates to my thoughts and none of them are mine.